Robbing the Cradle Because Incest Is Apparently Best
July 17, 2007 § 1 Comment
My coworker’s four-year-old daughter is kind of a staple around the office. She’s adorable, and she screams a lot (in a fun discovering-her-big-new-voice kind of way, not an I’m-an-annoying-child way), and the one time that she came to happy hour with us, she demanded that she be allowed to sit next to me and furthermore, she demanded that I read her Dr. Seuss. I sipped wine, she sipped milk. It was lovely. In fact, it was probably one of the best first dates I’ve ever had in life.
A few days ago, she asked her dad if I was married. He told her not yet, to which she responded:
‘Good. I’m going to marry her when I turn 12.’
I was extremely flattered — she’d enjoyed our first date, too! — until I found out that she said the same thing about her grandfather.